Calm. Calm. Clear your mind… let your thoughts flow unburde- mmm these flowers smell like that garden we walked past, on the way to the beach last summer. So nice. Then on the beach I caught so many little fish in the tide pools, my stomach stuck our for days, I couldn’t eat any-
No, calm! Quiet. Let the thoughts drift. Breathe in, and out. In. Out. In. Out. Imagine waves tickling their way up the sands, swiftly retreating, leaving only little crabs behind. Crabs are so weird, though. Sideways ocean spiders? And I can’t even play with them, they pinch my paws and kick sand in my fac-
Clear. And still. Like a perfect lagoon.
I am stillness. Let the thoughts pass by, like little darting fish. Little fish, so shiny and tempting, so catchable and delicious an-
C L E A R. T H O U G H T S.